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Skye moaned, clutching the bedding tightly into fists, and let him explore her carefully, taking his time, tenderly kissing her skin. She could feel herself getting more and more restless with each kiss, though, and before long she was fumbling to pull his shirt over his head, wanting so badly to feel his smooth, warm skin against hers (not because she was cold in the slightest, though).
Jules pulled away a little, helping her yank the shirt over his head, and tossed it to the side when they finished. When he looked at her briefly, a smile spread across his face, she caught a glimpse of the glossiness in his eyes, the desire that was now so evident in those eyes, and couldnât suppress the giggles that trembled from her lips. Electric bursts of heat spread throughout her body with each touch, leaving her riveted and desperate for more, and she couldnât help but whimper a little every time he explored a new part of her. His touch, no matter how familiar, always seemed so foreign, so scary, and yet so exhilarating.
He kept asking her if he was hurting her, even though he couldnât have been gentler, and asking her if she was sure about this, if he should continue, to which sheâd kiss him and assure him everything was perfect. Everything was better than sheâd imagined it to beâevery kiss, every touch, so tender, so full of love, it was impossible to think any of it was anything less than perfect.
But after a few minutes, entangled in each otherâs embrace, half of their clothing discarded haphazardly around the room, kissing and whispering sweet little nothingâs in each otherâs ears as they shared more of themselves than they ever had, Jules began pulling away.
âWait,â he said, voice low, âstop.â Bracing his hands on the sides of her head, with his chest heaving and heart racing, he looked at her, really looked at her, reaching deep within her soul. She froze, hands gripping his shoulders. âWe should stop.â
She stared at him. âWhat?â
âWe should stop,â he repeated slowly, catching his breath. âYouâre not ready. And even if you areâor you think you areânowâs not the time. It just doesnât feel right.â
Frowning, she dropped her hands, let him go. âBut it does
feel right,â she argued weakly, also catching her breath, âit feels perfect.â
âOkay.â He shook his head. âMaybe it does feel
right. But the timing just seems a little off, like we should wait. I meanâdonât get me wrong, Skye; I want
to do this with you. But I just think thatâbecause itâs such a big step, one you can never undoâmaybe we should wait. It doesnât have to change anything.â
With her pulse ringing loudly in her ears, Skye lay there, unmoving, trying to work together her own thoughts and desires. She knew sheâd wanted to be with him like that, so intimately (still did), but after hearing him talk about how it could be better if they waited, she started to believe it. Maybe it had all felt
rightâamazing
evenâin the moment, but now that she was thinking clearly again, about what she truly wanted, truly needed, it didnât seem as right. In fact, if she was being honest with herself, sheâd even admit that maybe she wasnât ready . . . maybe waiting was the only way to go. At least until she was ready.
Like Jules had said before: there was no rush. No pressure.
Time was on their side now, their friend, and there was really no reason for them to rush into things just because of burning desires and emotionsâtheir love for each other was truly all that mattered in the end.
âOkay,â Skye said now, tracing his jaw line with her finger, âletâs wait. Iâm fine with that.â
âAre you sure?â
She smiled at him. âPositive.â
After that, he relaxed, face lighting up as he collapsed beside her on the bed, and wrapped her in his protective arms. âI really do love you, Skye,â he said softly, tenderly, running a hand through her tousled hair. âI love you so, so much.â
âI know,â she said, and tipped her head so that she could see his face. âAnd I love you. So, so
much more.â
He grinned. âRight.â
âRight,â she echoed, kissing his soft, swollen lips. âI love you more.â
He pulled her tighter against him, kissed the top of her head. âYouâre so ridiculous,â he whispered. âJust so ridiculous.â
She giggled a little before, suddenly overcome with the realization of just how exhausted and tired she truly was, she mumbled a quick âgoodnightâ, and drifted off into a warm, undisturbed haze of sleep. Sleep with beautiful, wonderful dreams.
BRIGHT, BLINDING SUNLIGHT poured in through the bedroomâs window, bringing Skye out of her deep, dream-filled slumber, and making it hard for her eyes to adjust when she slowly blinked them open. Yawning, she reached out, waiting for Jules to pull her hand in his, but then realized he was nowhere around. Sheâd been left on the luxurious, king-sized bed, with a soft, silky blanket draped over her, all alone.
When she took a deep breath, she caught the aroma of her favorite breakfast foodsâbacon, eggs, pancakes, French toastâand narrowed her brows in confusion. Heâs making breakfast, she thought, slightly taken aback by the idea, but charmed all the same. And when she crawled out of the bed, tossing the blankets in a messy disarray, she noticed his t-shirt on the floorâthe one sheâd pulled off of him in their passionate, heat-of-the-moment incident the night beforeâand grinned, warmed by the mere thought of what theyâd done, and almost done.
Snatching it from the place on the floor, she pulled it on, giggling at how large it was on her, coming down past the middle of her thighs. Heâll probably like this
, she thought, a little too much. But I guess I can afford to give him a little treat.
And with that thought drifting through her mind, along with many othersâmemories from the night before, mostlyâshe departed from the bedroom, wandering down the hall, the stairs, all the way through to the kitchen, following the familiar scents of early morning dining.
The smell of bacon filled her nostrils the moment she stepped over the threshold, strong and overwhelming, along with the sizzling sound of the eggs in the frying pan. When she noticed Jules, hustling back and forth between the stove and sink, cooking and cleaning as he went, she couldnât help but let out a quick spurt of laughter. Watching him cook still seemed so unreal to her. What kind of normal teenage boy enjoys cooking?
He spun around at the sound of her laughter, grinning sheepishly. âOh,â he said, and waved her in, âthere you are. Have a nice night, Sleeping Beauty?â
Shrugging, she walked over to him, kissed him quickly on the lips. âYes, of course,â she said, grinning at him. âLast night was amazing. I slept really well, too.â Her eyes scanned the kitchen for any signs of the delicious food sheâd smelled, and, after finding a small stack of pancakes, a small platter of French toast, and a bowl of assorted fruits, she settled on the fruit, plucking a couple grapes from the vines and popping them into her mouth. âWhat about you, Prince Charming? Have a good night?â
Returning to his sizzling bacon and eggs, he scooped them both out of the pans, placing the food, half-and-half, on two separate plates. âYes. The best.â He looked at her then, adding, âThereâs nothing better than waking up to you beside me.â
âYeah,â she agreed, snatching a piece of bacon from one of the plates and taking a bite. âSo why didnât you wake me? I wouldnât have minded.â
âBecause you looked so peaceful; I didnât want to disturb you. Youâd had a long day yesterday. You needed the rest.â
âWell,â she said, accepting his legitimate reasoning, âI guess thatâs only fair. But next timeâwake me. All right?â
âSure,â he agreed, handing her the plate sheâd taken the slice of bacon from. âAre you hungry? I hope you are. âCause I think I went a little overboard with breakfast.â
âA little?â she scoffed, chuckling. âYou went a lot overboard. But Iâm starved. So letâs eat.â
âSounds good to me,â he said, and let out a little holler. âBreakfast time!â
After that, they both broke out into an all-out laugh fest, playfully pushing each other around and fighting to catch their breath, as they made the best of the time they had together.
LATER THAT SAME EVENING, after a long, wild day spent with Jules around the beach houseâhaving breakfast and a late lunch together, sun bathing out on the hot sand of the beach, taking long walks along the shore, and playing card games, along with other
games of their own making on the porchâthe hopelessly in love couple lay on the couch back at Skyeâs home, tightly wrapped in each otherâs embrace.
âToday was incredible,â Skye whispered in his ear, and nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. âI couldnât have asked for a better surprise getaway.â
âI told you itâd be worth it,â Jules said huskily, his warm breath fanning through her hair. âAnd, just so thereâs no confusion, these past few days have been the best of my life.â
She grinned, feeling that familiar warmth spread throughout her body from the heat of his voice. âMine too.â
âKiss me?â he asked, softly, tenderly pulling her face towards his. âPlease? Iâm desperate.â
Chuckling, she murmured, âYes, you are,â before cupping his face in her hands and pressing her lips against his, once, twice, unable to keep track as they found themselves lost in the moment again, so easily distracted by each of their desires to be so near, and so intimate
with one another.
But this time, after many long moments, the thing that stopped them, snapping them out of their make-out session and sending them scrambling away from each other, wasnât something they would have expectedânot in the slightest.
The doorbell had rung.
Skye, running a finger over her swollen lips as she watched Julesâs face go from a slightly frazzled expression, to a full-on amused one all in the matter of seconds, couldnât help but wonder who was at the door. In the corner of her mind, she thought it was odd that someone had actually used the doorbellâafter all, most of the people who were close to either Leah or Skye knew that knocking was just
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